Lumian recalled the faith-related information provided by the "Tarot Society" and said after consideration:
"This should be the occult manifestation of the anchor of faith, and it is also the result of reciting the honorific name."
"Oh, oh, I received their prayers......" Franka suddenly realized.
She then said:
"Fortunately, we are now one in and out, and our consciousness is both inside and outside the mirror, so that we can take responsibility for dealing with the affairs of believers in the mirror, and it will not affect our daily life and combat state.
"However, I think that sequence 3 of some paths should be effective in using this prayer to temporarily strengthen oneself, the 'sun' pathway?"
"'War Bishop'." Lumian smiled, "Within a certain range, the more anchors, the stronger the 'War Bishop', and his soldiers are his anchors."
Franka nodded, glancing at the points of light with interest, listening to those illusory voices, wanting to understand what the believers were praying for.
"I've always been healthy......
"The whole family is safe......
"Business is going well......
"Don't encounter danger when adventuring at sea......
"Stay away from chaos and war......
"These are routine prayers, I can't respond, give help, and the space is overflowing." Franka whispered to herself.
She glanced at Lumian:
"The power of your destiny field can play a role, and there is nothing that good luck or transfer cannot solve.
"Why don't you come to someone who wants to curse the enemy?"
Speaking of this, Franka was stunned for a moment:
"There was a prayer who wanted to be healed of his illness......
"I am professional in making people sick, but curing diseases is not the authority of witches......"
Jian Na thought for a moment and said:
"Isn't there any healing potion left over from Mr. 'Moon' before, try using that?"
There are 11 bottles in Lumian's "Traveler's Bag", two each on Franka, Jenna, and Anthony.
"Yes, no one stipulates that the main saint cannot borrow external forces." Franka immediately took out a bottle of medicine from the "Traveler's Bag".
While recalling the occult materials provided by the "Tarot Society", she imitated the content described above and the knowledge in the textbook before the time, magnified the corresponding prayer light points, stretched the invisible witch spider silk in, and quietly inserted it into the believer's nostrils and reached the stomach.
In this process, she used the power of "petrification" to paralyze the flesh and blood that the spider silk touched, in case the prayer noticed anything unusual.
Immediately afterwards, Franka unscrewed the cap of the healing potion and let the liquid inside flow along the spider silk to the end.
After doing all this, she took back the spider silk and relieved her paralysis.
The prayer, dressed plainly and patched, suddenly felt his stomach sink a little, as if he had unknowingly drunk a glass of water.
He didn't care, ended the prayer, and continued to listen until the half-giant bishop finished his sermon and divided the sacrament.
At this moment, the believer let out a surprised voice:
"Hey......
Seeing that the people around him looked at him, he said both blankly and happily:
"My spirit has improved, my body has become lighter......
"My illness is cured!"
He finally woke up, and with a little fanaticism, he said to the parishioners who were looking at him:
"I just prayed to St. Franca for healing!
"She favored me!
"Praise you, custodian of disease and pestilence, the great Franca. Roland!"
Franka, who was watching in the corner, heard this, both embarrassed and secretly happy:
It's not a bad feeling to help others!
It's also nice to get sincere compliments from others!
When the believers left St. Franca's Church, Franca said to Lumian and Jane in a low voice:
"You can't rely on healing potions every time, can you? Since my name has the phrase 'keeper of disease and plague', this prayer must be indispensable in the subsequent prayers."
Without waiting for the two companions to respond, Franka said to herself:
"Sequence 4 can actually create its own unique plague variety or occult pathogen, I want to invent an occult pathogen, its characteristic is to devour other pathogens, and the effect on humans is lethargy, fatigue or laziness for a period of time, which can treat most diseases other than the mutation of ordinary people's own body......"
"You really want to succeed, this can also be used in battles with other witches." Lumian was looking forward to the kind of occult pathogen that Franka described.
Of course, this is just an idea, and it is still unknown whether it can be created in the end.
Franka thought seriously for a while, and suddenly smiled:
"There is another disease that witches can cure."
"What?" Jane asked curiously.
"That aspect is dysfunctional." Franka laughed at himself and sighed "tsk", "Just throw a 'charm' away, it will be effective for a certain period of time, and it cannot be cured permanently, damn it, what is this......"
Lumian and Jane were silent for a moment.
Franka thought for a moment and then said:
"When I was promoted that day, I felt that there were not only you two anchors, but also something else, as if it were from the market area......"
"The dancer and street girl who was taken care of by you at the beginning? Especially those who changed their lives by studying drama acting?" Jane had some understanding.
"This is also a kind of anchor......" Franka said with emotion, "This is called good people are rewarded, but after the Savoyard Party is gone, after we are forced to leave the market area, their situation should have gotten worse again, so I will miss the past, I will wait for the next trip to the market area, find the people who are currently in charge of related matters, 'persuade' them, control them, unfortunately, this is Trier, I can't completely solve this problem, if I don't have to stay in Trier in the future, I will find a place to build a new society!"
When it comes to doing it, Franka and Jane quickly leave the church and head to the market area.
Lumian didn't follow them, worried that he would divide Franka and Jenna's anchor.
He chose to take a carriage to the outskirts to see the Church of St. Lumian.
On the way, more than a dozen or twenty points of light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and an illusory prayer echoed in his ears.
"The preaching to me has also begun...... Lumian nodded slightly, browsing the prayers of different believers.
As Franka had just said, most of these were empty, unattainable, and everyday prayers, and Lumian had no idea of using the power of the Fate Domain to help transfer his luck for the time being.
While browsing, he found a relatively special prayer.
This is not actually a prayer, but an old woman telling the patron saint about her regrets:
When she was young, her family was poor and she didn't have the money to take pictures, but when her family situation improved, she was also old and could not reproduce her youth, so that her life could be recorded.
"I also regret that I didn't cherish the ...... in the years before Kordu Village," Lumian thought for a moment and decided to respond to this prayer.
He zoomed in on the corresponding light spot and saw the old lady with obvious wrinkles on her face and wearing a black conservative dress.
Layers of the mirror world immediately appeared in Lumian's eyes, reflecting the state of the old lady at different times, including her when she was young, innocent her, youthful and simple her, mature and steady her, and kind and kind her......
Lumian, who was sitting in the carriage, quickly chose the trace in the mirror that was only seventeen or eighteen years old.
On the old lady's face while praying, the wrinkles shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her skin quickly became shiny.
This is an application of the "immortal" trait, but when used on others, it can only last for a short period of time, not more than half an hour, after all, the occult connection is only the illusory trace in the mirror, unreal and unstable.
In Lumian's view, this is half temporary rejuvenation, and half mirror illusion.
When the old lady changed back to her seventeen or eighteen-year-old appearance, Lumian used a female voice to convey a message from the past:
"As soon as possible."
The old lady suddenly broke away from the prayer state, not knowing where the cold and low beautiful female voice came from.
"You, you ......" The eyes of the people around her widened.
"What's wrong with me?" The old lady asked these parishioners blankly.
The next second, she noticed that her voice had become quite sweet, just like when she was younger.
"You, you, you, you......" The nearby parishioners were still speechless, but someone handed them a mirror.
The old lady looked in the mirror and stayed in her seat.
Isn't this me when I was young?
What's going on?
Have I regained my youth?
The prayer I just made to St. Lumian was answered?
In the blink of an eye, the female voice she heard just now flashed through the old lady's mind:
"As soon as possible."
She suddenly realized something, stood up suddenly, and smiled at the church members around her:
"I'm going to take pictures!"
She quickly squeezed out of the area and walked quickly to the church door.
As she walked, she lifted her skirt and trotted up, running faster and faster, just like when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, running desperately for a job opportunity.
She ran to the nearest photo studio and sat down in front of the background curtain.
Click, a light lit up, freezing a youthful and bright smile.
inside the moving carriage.
After responding to the prayer, Lumian seriously thought about the anchor of the "witch's" faith:
"'War Bishop' is simple, recruit soldiers, train a team, and that's enough......
"Most of the abilities of 'witches' are misfortunes, and it is difficult to use them positively to develop believers...... The witch cult of the 'immortal witches' should rely on temptation, charm, and fear of disaster......
"In the early days of the faith, fear was also a way to develop believers, the most standard method......
"But since it is affiliated with the Church of the Fools, it cannot be done......
"Fear ......"
Lumian suddenly thought of a sect that deliberately spread the fear of disease:
"Illness education"!
His plateau lake-like eyes suddenly lit up:
"Is it possible to take over the 'Sick Sect', remove all the benefactors who have been polluted by evil gods, and then steal the beliefs pointing to the evil gods and make certain tampering?
"This is a bit similar to the section of the Poseidon Church in the scriptures...... This can also weaken the influence of the corresponding evil god on the real world......"
(End of this chapter)